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Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
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He should have come earlier. The evening of that first meeting he should have come, but he hadn't. Endymion had been optimistic then, thinking that the child would cool off and get over his psycosis. The winter had sucked that optimism right out of him. When he discovered from Legacy that the coyote boy had terrorized her again, and had actually attacked Merit, he determined that he had to find the Inferni leader. The one that was supposed to be in charge of the devil-child.
The wolf figured he wouldn't have much trouble while seeking counsel with the Aquila, considering Jaded Shadows and Inferni were allies, but he couldn't be too confident. Endymion waited at their caustic borders, regulating his breathing and clenching his fists to calm his nerves. He let up a short howl, meant for the coyote leader whom he knowingly met months before; then he waited.
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